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Like the fire crying
Burning away into your eyes
Listen for the wood’s dying
Bursting with unfulfilled lies
They follow the command
Put in their place by your rightful hand
And you burn them
Not to damn
But just to stay warm
Dry you after the storm
And there is an irony
Did not the wood also suffer tribulation at the gale?
But it is uncanny
The ways in which we Men let our brothers grow stale
and toss them into the fire, crying
- Title: O, Man
- Artist: FilipStiq
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Description:
A comparison between how one carelessly - and, in my opinion, blamelessly - tosses wood upon a campfire in a dark wilderness and how - in politics, business, education - we toss aside our fellows to build our own fire. Their failure and their weakness are our flint and tinder.
And the beginning is almost a poem unto itself, and could be interpreted very differently... - Date: 07/22/2009
- Tags: fire
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